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Chapter 7

Author: Layo
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-12 16:55:46

ZEKE

Again.

They threw me back in the damn dungeon again.

I sat there, back pressed against the damp stone, staring at nothing, breathing like the air itself was against me. My palms slid into my hair, and I tugged—hard—like I could rip the frustration from my skull.

I should’ve kept still. Kept quiet. Should’ve played the role of the grateful prisoner and rotted away in that cursed walls like they wanted.

But no.

I had to be a hero. I had to leap in front of a damn blade that wasn’t even meant for me.

Now?

Now I was back in this pit like some beast being taught a lesson.

The ache in my spine from hitting the floor hadn’t dulled. The shackles—loose as they were—still clung to my wrist. I might walk free on occasion, but I’d never truly be free.

Not here.

Not in this place.

I kicked at the moldy straw underfoot, pacing the cell like an animal penned too long. I’d started working through a fresh list of curses—some old, some inventive—when I heard the sound.

Boots.

Keys.

And silence.

Th
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